Little Demon King clicked his tongue and shook his head.
They were even more childish than his daddy!
"Little Mommy and I are family, Uncle Wu and my daddy are good brothers, and so we're family too, which makes you two family as well!" Although Little Demon King couldn't yet do addition or subtraction, his reasoning seemed quite smooth.
Wu Yao: "..."
Bei Yiyi: "..."
"Little Mommy used the vegetables Uncle Wu bought, so, when Uncle Wu eats the meals Little Mommy cooks, you two break even!" Such a simple concept, he understood it, so what was there left for these adults to argue about?!
Wu Yao and Bei Yiyi felt that what Little Demon King said seemed to make a lot of sense?!
Thus, the few of them ate lunch "harmoniously" at the same dining table.
Bei Yiyi's cooking skills naturally couldn't compare to those of a restaurant chef, but Wu Yao inexplicably tasted the flavor of home. It was a feeling he never had at his own Wu Family home.
